As soon as the carriage entered the yard, and Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing unloaded the items purchased for this trip, Yang Huazhong picked up the bag of soy pork elbows and planned to deliver them to Lao Yangtou's old house.

As a result, he was stopped by Sun.

"It's the first day of the new year. My parents are eating and drinking with the fifth brother this month. Why don't you just send the sauce elbow to the fifth brother and sister and let her heat it up for father to drink at night." Ms. Sun reminded.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment and patted his head: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost sent the pork elbow to Lao Si and Xiaojuan. Yes, yes, yes, it's October, and it's the fifth room's turn to support me.

Just give me the sauced elbow."

"Wait a minute and bring this package of silk thread with you. My fifth younger sister asked me to bring it for her." Mrs. Sun said again.

Yang Huazhong took the things and hurried to deliver them.

Yang Ruoqing took Baby Luo back home. At night, there were several dishes packed back from the restaurant on the Luo family's dinner table.

There are some that Blacksmith Luo likes, some that Wang Cuilian likes, and some that are suitable for Tuoba Xian.

In addition, Yang Ruoqing also brought a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus brew to Blacksmith Luo.

"This is what Chef Zhou and I solemnly recommend. I must bring you a jar to taste, uncle," Yang Ruoqing said.

Blacksmith Luo's favorite thing is wine. He held the wine jar and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Lao Zhou is not bad. Next time I go to town, I will bring him two kilograms of wild tea from our mountains. I'm sure he will like it," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Then she took out the torn fabric and handed it to Wang Cuilian: "Aunt, the weather is getting colder. These fabrics are new this season. Some of the colors are new this year. I heard they came from Changhuaizhou. I'll give them to you."

You and my mother-in-law each brought two, so you can make some jackets to wear."

"And this material is good for making trousers for my uncle. You can watch and do it." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian looked at the fabric on the table, her eyes filled with fondness.

"This piece is made of good material and feels good to the touch. Later I will buy some good cotton from the villagers and send it to the bomber to have the cotton batted. It will be perfect for making jackets," she said repeatedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Okay, Lijiacun's drummers are famous far and wide. If Auntie wants to invite someone to come to our house to play, I will make an appointment in advance..."

"No need to make an appointment." Wang Cuilian quickly waved her hand, "When the time comes, I will make an appointment with your mother and your fifth aunt to go with them. There is no need to make an appointment back home."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said hello.

In the minds of the women of farmers' families, the early winter after late autumn begins to usher in the slack season of the year.

During the off-season, several women would meet to go to the market together, go to the oil mill in the neighboring village to press oil, stretch cotton wool, or pound rice together, grind and grind the powder to make cakes...

These are all entertainment and leisure activities during the slack season.

We went together and came back together, chirping and chatting along the way. When we arrived at the neighboring village, we chatted with other women who had the same purpose, telling interesting things about each other's villages, and then getting to know each other and chatting.

The work of laughter was also completed, and finally the group of people came home satisfied, having accomplished something very meaningful.

Naturally, Yang Ruoqing would not deprive them of entertainment opportunities. On the contrary, she would sometimes secretly create such opportunities for them to have fun.

After making her uncle and aunt happy, Yang Ruoqing went to her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian's house.

My mother-in-law must have just returned from the Buddhist temple at this time and was resting in the house.

When Yang Ruoqing knocked on the door and came in, she found her mother-in-law sitting under the lamp and reading a letter in her hand, with a brocade box beside her.

Although the brocade box was closed and the objects inside could not be seen, Yang Ruoqing still recognized it at a glance as a gift that Chen'er's father-in-law asked him to bring to his mother-in-law when Chen'er came home for the New Year last year.

A special wooden comb.

The verses engraved on the wooden comb are the vows they made when they fell in love.

May I be like the stars and the moon, and may the light shine brightly every night...

What a beautiful vow, I am the star, you are the moon, the stars and the moon shine together, we will stay together forever.

It's a pity that the parents-in-law and the stars and the moon have created a long river of time between them, and they have not seen each other for thirty years...

"Mom, is it convenient for me to come in?" Yang Ruoqing opened the door and saw the scene in front of her. She hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask one more question.

Tuoba Xian's eyes still fell on the letter paper in her hand, and her gentle voice said slowly: "It doesn't matter, you can come over and chat with me."

Yang Ruoqing knew that her mother-in-law was lonely and wanted to find someone to talk to to relieve her mood.

So, she responded obediently, turned around and closed the door, sat down at the table, and raised her eyes to look at her mother-in-law.

The orange candlelight shrouded my mother-in-law's face. Her gentle face was beautiful and elegant. Time had been particularly kind to her. She was nearly fifty years old, but there was nothing old about her face.

Even the fine lines at the corners of the eyes are so light that they require careful inspection.

Yang Ruoqing thought that her mother-in-law a few years ago seemed to be older than she is now. Over the past year or so, she seemed to have undergone magical changes.

Yang Ruoqing secretly attributed this to the nourishment of love.

"Qing'er, tell me, what do you think about that person?" Tuoba Xian suddenly asked.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and found that she had been distracted and didn't even hear her mother-in-law's questions clearly.

Fortunately, Tuoba Xian didn't seem to really care about Yang Ruoqing's answer. In other words, Tuoba Xian also knew that Yang Ruoqing was not that person, so she couldn't give that person's answer.

She just needed someone to talk to, so she gently touched the letter in her hand and said to herself: "From the letter he wrote to me, I can feel that his feelings for me have not changed. They are still the same as before."

The same person he was ten years ago."

"But I still can't figure it out. Why has he avoided me for thirty years when I love him so deeply? Why hasn't he come to see me yet?"

"The year we met, I was sixteen and he was twenty. The year we parted, I was eighteen, and now I am forty-eight. We have wasted thirty years in the meantime. How many thirty years are there in life?"

"Does he have to wait until the day when I am over seventy years old and about to die before he comes to see me for the last time?"

"If that's the case, then I would rather he never appear in front of me. I don't want him to see me with gray hair. I just want to keep my eighteen-year-old youthful appearance in his memory. But, I

At this moment, how much I want to see him, just treat him as an old friend..."

Tuoba Xian's voice gradually became lower and lowered, and finally turned into a long sigh.

A drop of clear tears falls on the letter paper between the fingers, and the pen and ink are rendered, as if all the memories and longings, nostalgia and sorrow in the crushed time...

The room was suddenly enveloped in a sad mood.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes. She had always been pampered and protected by Luo Fengtang in the world of love.

To be honest, she has never had such an experience as her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian, but she can understand her mother-in-law's sadness and confusion.

Really unable to find anything to say to comfort her mother-in-law, Yang Ruoqing was heartbroken and said: "Mom, if you really are not equal, let's go to the East China Sea to find my father-in-law! You are right, there are not many thirty years in life, even if
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